Apocalyptic Dark Age

The surging sand was like a high-speed flood. Gao Feng held the little qinu and was rolled and rolled by the huge force. The actual sand was more terrifying than the flood. There were various traps hidden in it, broken weapons, sharp gravel, and sharp stones. splinters of wood and giant logs like battering rams.

Gao Feng did not give up at this moment. If it were the previous Sanclaw, he would have no choice but to wail and wait for death. He is not Sanclaw, he is Gao Feng. The closer he is to the line between life and death, the sharper his instinctive reaction lurking deep in his memory. The danger was like a juicer squeezing out the potential of his body. The peak was in the surging dust and sand. His strength continued to be lost. Fatigue rolled into his heart. The surging dust and sand submerged him more than once. He broke free again and again. Like fish rising and falling in the flood.

There was no other sound in his ears, only the roar of the surging sand. The huge roar was caused by thousands of bees lingering in his ears, making him dizzy. The sand hitting the wall was like waves of breaking waves. After being poured down, the skin on the body had been polished by countless sands, and the skin was worn away, revealing bright red muscles.

He had no time to pay attention to the pain in his body. The pressure of survival made him like a tight tightrope. All the obsessions in his heart were on the tightrope. As long as the tightrope lasted, he would continue to persevere. It had nothing to do with danger or life or death. , just focused on confronting death.

When his consciousness began to blur, countless sand and dust passed over his head in the huge strong wind. From the sky to the ground, it was full of sand and dust. There was no distinction between up and down, no left and right. He seemed to be on the bottom of the sea. The only light also disappeared. This moment was his most dangerous moment. He had no choice but to pin his fate on luck.

Holding the little Cherub in his arms and rolling in the waves of sand, he no longer had any hope that the little Chernus could survive. He could still occasionally get out of the sand to take a breath of sand-filled air. The little Chernus in his arms But he didn't even have this chance. His arms were already stiff, and he no longer had the strength to lift up the little indentured slave and let her have the right to breathe.

He didn't know whether the little bondman died, and he didn't care. As long as he did what he should do, who knew whether he would be buried in the sand and suffocated to death like the little bondservant in the next moment? At the moment of death, a new picture suddenly flashed through my mind. The figure whose appearance was unclear was clearly visible, but it was a lovely and beautiful girl with big eyes like crystal grapes, watery and sweet, wearing a nurse uniform. She has an amazing purity of temperament that cannot be blasphemed or approached.

The city was blazing, bullets were flying, and the girl looked at him. Her bright lips were like blooming flowers, whispering softly in his ears, like the most pure piano music, which made him feel happy in the boundless roar of the sand. Long lost peace.

"Hold me, kiss me..."

The whole world fell into pure silence, only the nurse girl's sweet and sweet voice sounded in his ears and was engraved in his heart.

The fire spread in his heart, and the suffocating dizziness made him gradually lose his last consciousness. He was like a boat out of control, capsized in the turbulent waves. Darkness, only darkness remained. The peak was like a traveler who lost his signpost, sinking in the darkness. , gradually losing oneself.

In this infinite darkness, those smart eyes that can only be seen in memory emerge in my heart, "Hold me, kiss me..." The murmur is like an infinite loop of songs, constantly singing in my mind. , the blooming flowers gently collided with his lips, exuding sweet fragrance, like a pure spring pouring into his dry heart, even the pain of suffocation disappeared, making him wish he could immerse himself in this warm spring forever. Never wake up.

Suddenly, the light reappeared, and the surging dust threw Gao Feng out of the sand layer. The moment he opened his eyes, Gao Feng discovered that the little indentured slave in his arms was holding him around his neck, kissing him mouth to mouth as they passed through the fresh air. , that is to say, at the most dangerous moment, it was the little indentured slave who saved him.

But the danger has not passed. At this time, it is the tail of the sandstorm. Flying stones are everywhere, scattered and dancing with the rolling wind. Gao Feng and the little servitor are spinning involuntarily in the strong wind. From time to time, they brushed against boulders. Gao Feng knew that if he didn't do something about it, he and the little indentured slave would be swept away by the strong wind, perhaps flying thousands of miles away. By then, even if they had a hundred lives, they would be finished.

His heart moved, he suddenly turned sideways to let go of a huge boulder, and then kicked another boulder with his legs. Like bullets being shot out, he and the little qinu drew an arc in the air and slammed into the roof of a house. The roof, the roof was covered with ceramic-like hard earth, and was suppressed and bound by countless wooden bars. The moment it was smashed open, the huge backlash caused Gao Feng to spurt out blood, and he rolled down the hole. In the process, he was hit by tree-top-like wooden beams countless times.

The pillar of the house is a huge log, with dozens of beams like big branches nailed to the log. Some of the beams were broken, and some of them bounced off the peak. The peak hit the solid wall hard, and The little indentured slaves slid to the ground together, vaguely hearing a panicked shout, and then a familiar voice reached their ears.

"How come you're not dead?"

Big Claw stood in front of Gao Feng with an evil look on his face. The anger in his eyes was real. Besides Gao Feng, there was also a bald tribal warrior. The scar on his face split his cheek into two. He looked particularly terrifying. If his teeth were missing, Here, you will recognize at a glance that this person is the son of the great elder, Big Claw's form, Kuitu.

Gao Feng spit out the sand in his mouth, threw himself on the ground and looked up at the big claws that were almost blind, and said with an ugly smile: "Because you are not dead..."

As he spoke, his whole body tensed up, preparing for the two men's attacks. However, unexpectedly, Kuitu, who seemed violent and wild in front of him, did not take action immediately, which made him involuntarily regard Kuitu as the biggest threat here.

"Kill him..." Big Claw jumped and shouted uncontrollably. The flames of shame burned away all his calmness. The fang knife in his hand danced in front of him. At the moment when his emotions were about to explode, Kuitu suddenly pulled Big Claw To the side, a stone that had penetrated the hole in the roof hit the ground between the two sides. As if it was a reflex, he held the little qinu and flipped it over in the air, trying to form a straight line with the direction of the stone's crack, shrinking the size of the hit. area.

Da Zhao and Kui Tu suffered a lot in the stone storm. When Gao Feng fell heavily to the ground, Kui Tu and Da Zhao looked disgraced. Da Zhao looked at Gao Feng even more angrily. It was Gao Feng who smashed through it. roof, they will be injured.

"Do you still want to kill me?"

Gao Feng let go of the little indentured servant, held the handle of the gun at his waist, then let go again, and pulled out the serrated saber. The dark serrated saber in Gao Feng's hand was like a smart snake, hovering on his fingertips, looking at There was more naked sarcasm and disdain in the eyes of Da Zhao and Kui Tu. The disdain was just an appearance. There was no Da Zhao in his eyes, only Kui Tu. A calm enemy is the most dangerous enemy. He thought involuntarily in his heart, as if intuition.

Gao Feng has experienced the confusion and panic of finding himself, and the despair of narrowly surviving in a sandstorm. At this moment, his heart no longer has the cowardice and fear before. It is like a polished steel knife, exuding a heart-stopping chill. There was nothing wrong with the claws. Kuitu's face became serious. Iron weapons were not uncommon in the Black Claw tribe. Various strange iron weapons could also be found in the ruins in the wilderness, but they could not be used. A steel knife that could be sharpened repeatedly was worth far more than its fangs. On top of the bone knife,

Not every warrior can use a steel knife well. The most important criterion for becoming a warrior is that they can regard the weapon as an extension of their body and feel the distance and force of each sword swing. Gao Feng can command the dagger like an arm, allowing him to A quick glance at Gao showed that regardless of whether Gao Feng was a tribal warrior or not, he already had the qualifications to become a warrior.

"Dazhao, there is no irresolvable hatred between you and Sanzhao. The troubles you made when you were young are over. Didn't I beat you when you were a child? I think it's okay for Sanzhao to withdraw from the competition for the heir. As long as Sanzhao I got one less head than you..."

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